Pine
Day
after day,
night after
night,
the lonely tall pine
embraces her many
lodgers
in her stiff outstretched arms.
And in every nook and
cranny they forage, hunt and horde
before the coming winter.
And in
return
they
flinging
their refuse
to the soft earth.
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